Someone Told Me We Can't Change Our Destiny

Seven days a week, 24 hours a day, I miss you

Perhaps I should take all the love I tried to fill your heart with, And pour it into my own. Perhaps I spent too long knocking on an unanswered door, When I should have perfected my home.

When sunshine found its way through the room, when the warmth danced on my skin, with shut eyes, I had wished that it was your warmth. With gritted teeth and a longing heart, I had wished it was you.

I don’t hate you. I’m not mad at you. In fact, I hardly feel anything at all. Some days are better, the days with friends and family when all there is to do is celebrate life in all it’s splendor. But on other days, those quiet, lonely days, the hole in the chamber of my heart where you once lived, feels bigger, deeper, the chill of the winds of the spring rains blows right through it. I’m not saying that I feel incomplete, because even before you came into me I never felt whole, But that place in my heart that you filled is empty now, and all I feel is hollow and cold.

And I’d never tell you this, but I miss you like hell already, and you’ve just barely gone

I thought I was okay. I thought I didn’t care anymore. But then it hit me At 3am like a tidal wave And now I’m drowning.

This is our epilogue. You stop the car and all is quiet, you give my hand one last squeeze and you let go. As endings come, this is not a loud goodbye with tired throats and doors slamming. This one is soft and quiet, the street empty from the early morning lull, I close my eyes and remember the way my heart beats while it is still close to you, because it is scary to think it might stop once I go. If hearts could talk, it is with silence and this silence is goodbye-I love you-I miss you-please don’t go. Our breaths come in steady rhythm, in my mind I play all the sunsets we shared and think, as wrong timings go, weren’t we so damn beautiful?